Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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Scourge resists, but only feebly. "There was a...it called itself Galvatron. I don't know what it was. It didn't look anything like him."

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"Galvatron?" She pauses in the act of making him sit, her hand tightening on his arm. "But Galvatron is dead."

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He winces, although she's not actually hurting him. "I...I don't know what it was. It took me over. Made me come here. I'm not sure what it wants."

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And then the native Scourge nearly flies through the entrance, her optics wide as she haphazardly shoves the small cube of energon toward the younger femme. "Galvatron has returned!"

Threnody takes it and absently holds it out to Scourge as she puts her other hand to her chest. "Is that what that is?"

"Can you feel her?" Her guardian's grim face splits into a smile.

"I feel something...."

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Scourge takes the cube amiably before his gaze alights on the female Scourge's face...and he nearly drops it as he cringes back in horror. Her beard...it's gone.

To someone else it might be amusing, to him it's a reminder of all the times that sensitive piece of metal was burnt, melted, torn from his face and replaced again and again just to humiliate him. If they've done this to her...this world must be more awful than he'd thought.

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And then she turns toward him, still smiling widely. "You brought her to us?"

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Scourge's optics are wide in fear and confusion as he slowly nods. "Y-y-yes. I think. It made me come here." The smile's only making the gross deformity even more terrifying.

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Threnody frowns and pitches her gun into subspace, then sits next to him and nudges the cube in his hand. "Drink. You need it."

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Scourge shakes his head worriedly, setting the cube down on the seat between them. "I'm--I'm not really that thirsty." Could be drugged, for all he knows.